Scent of a Pancake-8
Ever wanted to meet a cartoonist and spit in his face instead of spitting on his work? This Sunday you can!
I will be having a gallery show of my work at Rustbelt Books in Buffalo (202 Allen Street) this Sunday, January 13th, where you can see live and in person some of my more famous Deep Fried comics, as well as cartoons from MAD Magazine and more.
There will be a reception from 2-5 pm, with wine and Triscuits and crap. Imagine: crackers and brie being nibbled while Buffalo’s highbrow snobs discuss the subtle tweaking of social mores exhibited in “Clarissa Ruins Thanksgiving”. I feel like a Russian spy!
I hate to break the rhythm of a good flow, but what’s a B.I.? Breast Inspector?
Also, I feel like that spam blocker is trying to tell me something. McEwan National? Is Roger McEwan working for the Nationals now? Time to check my copper fencing for leaks.
But hey, at least we can trust Mr. Crackly still, right?
“Bi”, as in “bisexual”. Come on man, learn the code! You probably still call E “X”!
I still am disappointed when bars don’t have pinball machines.